V

DELILAH

"Delilah, switch off your mobile and remove the sim card. Even if they don't have your contacts, they can still trace your location." I do as he says. I switch it off and then remove the sim cards. He extends his palm and I know I have to put them there. 

"What will you do to them?" I ask while giving them to him. 

He glances at me over his shoulder before he speaks, "I'll make it harmless so you could use it. You know that gadgets are a boon and they can also become a curse as well." 

Oh, I know that. I give him the mobile as well which he puts in the drawer and the ride after that is silent. I do not talk to him on the way and he also does not say anything after that. Well, this is fine for me because my mind is still thinking about my father. 

It means they told the truth that my father deceived them. But still, I am not ready to leave his side. Who does? I mean I know this is wrong, standing for wrong is wrong but he is my father. I will inform him of every possible thing which could save him. 

"Waqas?" I say. He hums, wanting me to continue. "You know we can solve the matter by apologizing," I say and he nods, so I continue, "so why can't we do something like that?" 

My last question earns me a laugh. The sound of his laughter booms in the small room and I do not understand what was so funny about that. I keep staring at him until he stops laughing and then gives me a pitiful look. 

"You think they'll listen to you and then grant you an apology?" I nod at what he says because that is possible. 

He chuckles again, shaking his head. "You're so naive to think something like that, Delilah," he says, sighing. 

"Why? Forgiving someone isn't that hard!" I drawl dramatically, folding my arms on my chest and giving him a stern look. 

"Yeah, but what if the mistake is huge? Nobody forgives them, right?"

"When God can forgive even the greatest sins then why can't we forgive huge mistakes?" 

"Because we aren't God, Delilah. We don't have the same huge heart which beats for everyone!" This shuts me up and I lean back in my seat. Waqas is right. We cannot forgive most of the time, just like I could not forgive Nicholas for cheating on me. The thing still lingers in my mind and every time I cry when I think of him. Sometimes I curse him. 

When I could not even forgive my ex, how can I expect those gangsters to forgive my dad for deceiving them? It seems funny, but I think my dad should be forgiven by them because, for me, my dad deserves everything. 

Not much time passes and Waqas takes me to a luxurious house. The house is big and luxurious, as I said earlier. 

He leaves the car while I follow him. When he enters, the guards around him bow before him to which he just nods. I silently follow him upstairs and then he opens the door of a room, asking me to go inside. 

"This is your room. You can get fresh and… did you have breakfast?" 

"No," I reply. I had the plan to eat straight after taking a bath, but those goons came and ruined my morning. 

"Okay. Once you take a bath, you can come for breakfast downstairs, okay?" 

"Okay," I say and walk inside, closing the door behind me. I take a peaceful breath, inhaling the woody scent of the room, and calm myself. I am glad that I am safe right now. 

Going to the bathroom, a sudden fact hits my head. I rush out and find Waqas in the corridor. He is talking to someone as the phone is pressed against his cheek. 

As he talks, I wait for him. As if sensing me looking at him, he glances at me and then continues talking to the person. I absentmindedly look around, admiring the architect in my mind. Well, this Salazar family is rich, just like their surname as I can see. Dad never talked about them in front of me, I wonder if the fact is really that mysterious and serious that he doesn't want me to know about. 

"Yes, Delilah?" I get startled when I hear him. I turn around and see him looking down at me, wearing that blank expression before he starts explaining, "I was talking to your dad. He's less worried now and trying to catch a flight asap." 

"Oh!" I let out a sigh of acknowledgment. I know someday he has to come back but I am still anticipating the future. But I can't even advise because I am not wise in such decisions. Let dad decide what is good for us. 

"Anyway, what will I wear after a bath?" I utter, wiping the running thoughts off my mind. 

"My sister can lend you something. I'll send her up," he says and leaves when I nod. I go to the room and take a bath. As he said, his sister comes up in the room and lends me her yellow sundress with white lace at the borders, that reaches my knees. 

"Is it alright? Or do you want something like bottoms and a shirt? Or a tank top?" She asks while chewing on the gum. 

"Um… no, it's fine," I say, watching her making a bubble and I wonder if she is even hearing me. 

"Oh? Okay!" She grins when her bubble pops and I see her braced teeth. There was something so shiny on her canines. Gosh, her braces are so beautiful and she is so cool! 

"Get ready! I'm waiting downstairs!" She beams and moves to leave when I ask, "Do you study?" 

"Yeah! I'm studying BA," she tells me, now walking back and taking a seat on the bed. She leans back and stares at me, asking, "What about you?" 

"MA in history," I say and walk to the door, closing it. 

"You shouldn't do it, Delilah, I'm a bi, I can start behaving inappropriately with you," as I hear her saying that, a shiver runs up my spine and I turn to look at her. She is smirking at me, chewing the gum, and then making a bubble. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I needed to change and I'm starving. Haven't eaten anything since I woke up," I say, smiling sheepishly. 

"Aww! Don't worry! I'm leaving. Get ready and come quick!" She says, getting up. I smile at her while she moves to leave. She opens the door and steps outside to leave, but not before whispering, "Well, you're beautiful, Delilah. And you look like a delicious dessert in this 'only' towel!" 

I giggle, shaking my head.